[Verse 1 – Drake]
I bring up money, they change up the topic
I got a 19 and it fold in my pocket
She gave me her number, now I gotta block it
I’m mixing the dirty bills in with the profit
Clean that shit up and I give it right back to him
If I don’t fuck with him, then I can’t rap with him
I wanna be there when somebody catches him
I want a witness to see that s–t
“Man, these folks, these folks gotta g—–n hear this s–t, no cap”
I bring up hits and they change up the topic
I got a 19 and it fold in my pocket
One hell of a year and a n—a still dropping
They wanted to stop it, but they couldn’t stop it
You told a story like shorty was feeling you
She told a story like she split the bill with you
Look at my story, man, no one could write it
Now I see a million, I don’t get excited
I might just YSL my s–t, the Thugger way
Ain’t no real sense in me going the other way
Cannot be seen in that s–t from the other day
Virgil just chef’d me a whole different colorway
Please don’t be stupid, it’s Baby and Gunna
And Baby, he wanted her, so I just swung her
Next time I’m in Dallas, I’ll look for another
You n—-s fell off and you never recovered

[Verse 2 – Gunna]
Poured up some Hi-Tech and wait ’til it bubble
Young Gunna Gunna, I make this s–t double
Hit Elliante and left with a puddle
It’s me, Drake, and Baby, you know you in trouble
Run up my check, my b—h sprinted the shuttle
(?) a M, bought a Benz for my brother
Painted all black, the interior butter
I drip like a leak and that’s word to my mother
Yeah, came out the street, gotta sleep with a cutter
Found me a b—h who gon’ eat, it’s a supper
My d–k in her mouth like she teething or something
Sound like it could be Drip Season or something
Ain’t no comparing ’cause we number one
In black and white Chanel, I look like a nun
The police in shock, don’t know who got a gun
Don’t got what I got ’cause I shop in Milan
It’s winter, I still took the top off the don
The kid was surprised that my trunk in the front
I know you a upset they don’t shine in the sun
Cuban link look like a box of crayons
I’m still at the lot, tryna cop the Cayenne
I told the judge, “F–k it”, I’m going on the run
You want it, my dawgs’ll look out for the bond

[Hook/Chorus – Lil Baby]
And I’m getting by, let ’em choose sides
We get M’s in by the shoe size
I don’t f–k with y’all type of kind
I done seen all y’all dickride
Bread winner like I’m Kevin Gates
And I swear to God, I don’t get tired
From the trenches, now I’m going
Spend a whole hundred on a new wristwatch

[Verse 3 – Lil Baby]
Don’t gotta drip, I can leave it to Gunna
Running this s–t, only been out two summers
That 4×4 truck, I post 300
Boy, whoever, they know how I’m coming
Ain’t got no feelings, I’m here for the money
Treat every club like it’s Magic on Monday
N—-s ain’t rich for real, they getting fronted
Gave her a dime, told her fix up her stomach
By the time she get back, I’ma switch up my number
Cap to her friend like I been on her bumper
Lately, I been the topic of discussion
Draco was foreign, they shoot it from Russia
Bad vibes at my show like I’m (?)
If she tell me “No” once, I won’t even touch it
All I do is get her out here, abortion
Act like I’ve been rich, I used to have nothing
Drizzy hit me up like he got another one
Money ain’t even came in from the other one
F–k it, I’m hot, so I might as well double up
Soon as I get rich, I get on a number one
They tryna team up to beat me, they huddling up
Ever catch me out in traffic, I’m cutting up
Every city we go to, it be lit as f–k
Tryna put the police on us, get rid of us

[Hook/Chorus – Lil Baby]
And I’m getting by, let ’em choose sides
We get M’s in by the shoe size
I don’t f–k with y’all type of kind
I done seen all y’all dickride
Bread winner like I’m Kevin Gates
And I swear to God, I don’t get tired
From the trenches, now I’m going
Spend a whole hundred on a new wristwatch